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Take the small acrylic and wood painting â€œLady Bird…Tea Party.â€ Who is this geisha pouring tea amidst bamboo branches and how did she get into that giant birdâ€™s belly?

Then thereâ€™s â€œRedwood Wavesâ€ where a tidal wave flows out of a wolf-manâ€™s chest spilling forth, among other things, a piano, a lamp, and perhaps wolf-manâ€™s beloved (a hawk-girl) nestled in a tree.

It gets even better.

A tattooed lass tangled in the veins of a toothy white whale holds up a sea shell in a sort of victorious gesture. Was she a prisoner of the whale? Perhaps the whaleâ€™s daughter or maybe his bride?

I canâ€™t say I understand exactly whatâ€™s going on in Harris’ paintings…it all seems like a visual language thatâ€™s secret to him. But I like that I can create new stories every time I look at them.